Cradled in Cosmos
I think of you often, but you were on my mind all day yesterday. And, last night, I dreamed about you. I cannot remember exactly what the dream was about. All I know is that it was neither a good dream nor a bad dream. The reason I remember it at all is because I woke up in the middle of the dream and then returned to it after falling asleep again. I have no idea what this means, if anything. All I can do is pray you and your mom and brother are well.
Thank you for thinking of me. It means a lot. I’m sorry if I haven’t been a good friend to you.